SECOND  SERIE5»,-No  11. 


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INFANT    MINDS. 


CHILDREN'S  BOOK  f 

COLLECTION 


LIBRARY  OF  THE 

UNIVERSITY   OF   CALIFORNIA 

LOS  ANGELES 


INFANT     MINDS. 


NEW  YORK: 

K  I  G  G  I  N  S    &    K  E  L  L  O  G  <}, 

88    JOHN    STREET. 


SIMPLE     POEMS, 


FOR  INFANT  MINDS. 


THE  SAIL-BOAT. 

OH,  see  our  little  boat, 
How  prettily  it  glides ; 

Like  a  bird  it  seems  to  float, 
Press'd  forward  by  the  tides, 
By  the  tides. 

The  sky  is  shining  brightly, 
The  fishes  dart  below, 

While  our  little  boat  so  lightly 
Leaps  onward  as  we  go- 
As  we  go 


4  SIMPLE    POEMS. 

I  would  like  to  be  a  boat, 
And  live  upon  the  sea ; 

So  merrily  I'd  float, 

With  naught  to  trouble  me — 
Trouble  me. 

But  should  a  storm  come  near, 
And  fill  me  with  alarms, 

I  would  row  to  mother  dear — 

My  boat  should  be  her  arms, 

Mother's  arms. 


SIMPLE    POEMS. 


A  LITTLE  STORY. 

I  WILL  write  a  little  story, 

About  a  little  boy; 
He  is  his  father's  comfort, 

He  is  his  mother's  joy. 

When  we  give  a  little  errand, 
He  thinks  of  what  is  said, 

Pulls  down  his  little  waistcoat, 
And  holds  up  his  little  head. 

He  holds  his  little  fork 

By  the  handle  as  he  should, 

And  never  spills  his  coffee, 
Nor  drops  about  his  food. 

His  face  is  very  pleasant, 
What  he  says  is  always  true  ; 

Now  tell  me,  youngest  reader, 
If  this  little  boy  is  you. 


SIMPLE    POEMS. 


MY  LITTLE  DOLL  ROSE. 

I  HAVE  a  little  doll, 

I  take  care  of  her  clothes  ; 
She  has  soft  flaxen  hair, 

And  her  name  is  Rose. 

She  has  pretty  blue  eyes, 
And  a  very  small  nose, 

And  a  cunning  little  mouth ; 
And  her  name  is  Rose. 

1  have  a  little  sofa 

Where  my  doll  may  repose, 
Or  sit  up  like  a  lady ; 

And  her  name  is  Rose. 

My  doll  can  move  her  arms, 
And  stand  upon  her  toes, 

She  can  make  a  pretty  courtesy. 
My  dear  little  Rose. 


SIMPLE    POEMS. 


MY  BIRD  IS  GONE. 

"My  bird  is  gone," 
Said  Fanny  Ray; 

"  My  bird  has  flown, 
I  can  not  play. 

"He  sung  so  sweetly, 

Every  day ; 
He  sings  no  more, 

I  can  not  play. 


SIMPLE    POEMS. 

"  Go,  put  his  cage 
Far,  far  away, 

I  do  not  love, 
His  cage  to-day." 

She  wiped  her  eyes, 
Poor  Fanny  Ray ; 

And  sat  and  sighed, 
But  could  not  play. 


SIMPLE    POEMS. 

THE  BIRD'S  ANSWER. 

"I  AM  sorry,  my  dear, 
But  I'd  rather  live  here  ; 
The  skies  they  are  fair, 
And  I  love  the  fresh  air, 
The  trees  they  are  green, 
And  I  sit  like  a  queen, 
On  a  branch  as  it  goes, 
While  the  pleasant  wind  blows, 
I  have  more  on  my  table 
To  eat  than  I'm  able, 
For  the  very  large  field 
My  dessert  does  yield  ; 
But  come  from  your  book, 
With  a  good  humored  look, 
When  with  care  you  have  read 
And  your  lesson  is  said, 
Sit  under  the  tree, 
With  your  sewing  by  me, 
And  this  afternoon, 
J  will  sing  you  a  tune." 


10  SIMPLE    POEMS. 


OH  look  at  my  kite, 
In  its  airy  flight, 
How  pretty  it  flies, 
Right  up  to  the  skies, 
With  its  white  breast  stirr'd, 
Just  like  a  bird  ! 

Pretty  kite,  pretty  kite, 
In  your  airy  flight 
What  do  you  spy, 
In  the  bright  blue  sky  ? 

I  wish  I  was  you, 
To  be  there  too, 
Oh,  then,  how  soon 
I  would  peep  at  the  moon, 
And  see  the  man  there, 
Who  gives  me  a  stare, 
When  I  look  up  at  night, 
At  his  beautiful  light ! 


SIMPLE  POEMS.      11 
OH !  LOOK  AT  THE  MOON. 

OH,  look  at  the  moon  ! 

She  is  shining  up  there, 
Oh,  mother,  she  looks 

Like  a  lamp  in  the  air. 
Last  week  she  was  smaller, 

And  shaped  like  a  bow, 
But  now  she's  grown  biggei, 

And  round  as  an  O. 
Pretty  moon,  pretty  moon, 

How  you  shine  on  the  door 
And  make  it  all  bright 

On  my  nursery  floor. 
You  shine  on  my  playthings, 

And  show  me  their  place, 
And  I  love  to  look  up 

At  your  pretty  bright  face, 
And  there  is  a  star 

Close  by  you,  and  may  be 
That  small  twinkling  star 

Is  your  little  baby. 


12  SIMPLE    POEMS. 

THE  SLEEPING  BABY. 

HUSH,  hush,  with  your  noise, 

What  a  talking  you  keep, 
You  rude  little  boys, 

Now  the  baby's  asleep  ! 

Hushaby,  baby. 
Mamma  has  just  told  me 

To  stay  quite  here, 
And,  oh,  she  will  scold  me, 

If  wakes,  baby  dear. 

Hushaby,  baby. 
How  soft  its  white  arm, 

As  it  lies  on  its  breast, 
Little  baby  no  harm 

Shall  come  while  you  rest. 

Hushaby,  hush. 
My  task  has  been  given, 

And  I  will  be  true, 
And  sister  and  Heaven 

Will  watch  over  you. 

Hushaby,  baby. 


SIMPLE    POEMS.  13 

SCHOOL  IS  OUT. 

SCHOOL  is  out, 
But  do  not  shout  ; 
School  is  done, 
But  do  not  run. 

Put  up  your  slate, 
Neat  and  straight  ; 
Make  your  bow, 
If  you  know  how. 

Take  your  "  spelling," 
To  your  dwelling, 
Your  "reading"  too, 
Keep  clean  and  new. 

Then  go  home, 
And  do  not  roam  ; 
Your  parents  kiss, 
In  quietness. 

Now  run  and  play ; 
And  so,  "  good  day." 


14  SIMPLE    POEMS. 

TO  AN  ANT. 

RUN  here,  little  ant, 
For  the  pretty  bird  can't. 
I  want  you  to  come, 
And  live  at  my  home ; 
I  know  you  will  stay, 
And  help  me  to  play. 
Stop  making  that  hill, 
Little  ant,  and  be  still; 
Come  creep  to  my  feet, 
Here  is  sugar  to  eat. 
Say  are  you  not  weary, 
My  poor  little  deary, 
With  bearing  that  load, 
Across  the  wide  road  ] 
Leave  your  hill  now,  to  me, 
And  then  you  shall  see, 
That  by  filling  my  hand, 
1  can  pile  up  the  sand, 
And  save  you  the  pains, 
Of  bringing  these  grains. 


SIMPLE    POEMS.  15 

THE  ANT'S  ANSWER, 

STOP,  stop,  little  miss, 
No  such  building  as  this, 
Will  answer  for  me, 
As  you  plainly  can  see. 
I  take  very  great  pains, 
And  place  all  the  grains 
As  if  with  a  tool, 
By  a  carpenter's  rule. 
You  have  thrown  the  sand 
All  out  of  your  hand, 
And  so  filled  up  my  door, 
That  I  can't  find  it  more. 
My  king  and  my  queen 
Are  choked  up  within  ; 
My  little  ones  too, 
Oh  what  shall  I  do  ? 
You  have  smothered  them  all 
With  the  sand  you  let  fall; 
I  must  borrow,  or  beg, 
Or  look  for  an  egg, 
To  keep  under  my  eye, 


16  SIMPLE    POEMS. 

For  help  by-and-by. 
A  new  house  I  must  raise, 
In  a  very  few  days, 
Nor  stand  here  and  pine, 
Because  you've  spoilt  mine. 
For  when  winter  days  come, 
I  shall  mourn  for  my  home ; 
So  stand  out  of  my  way, 
I  have  no  time  to  play. 


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